Black I Can See It Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

I stood up in the morning, I am looking
and here black clouds, the black cat, but in turn
a white small coffee.
The smell annoyed nostrils, but so nicely,
that as far as invited to, to... to drinking.

Oh! Yes! I said and I smoked
menthol. And who cares? will forbid who?
I won't be denying myself pleasure.
And let oneself the neighbour is suffocating!

Oh! Yes!

Puff, puff - and after cigarette
still small pipe, because great tobacco.
And in the end, the shag tobacco, and the turn
with the neighbour, and to the beer opposite.

I stood up in the morning - there is no cat,
there is hangover.